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Patience to Impatience
Patience…I am asked to have patience but as time goes by I become more and more impatient So many things said they will be done and are not So many promises broken Have patience It will be done I wait I wait Tick tock Tick tock Time goes by They never show up It’s never…
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My Angel, My Own
My Angel, My own… take me back to the top of our mountain where it all began. Lay with me in the clouds and kiss me like you did Make my body tremble Reclaim what is yours to take. You are my passion… My hunger… My need for you is great… Am I a fool…
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For Aunt Mary
The sun shines so brightly and the birds sing their song but my soul is very sad for you are here no more. You showed me how to make things and to see beauty with different eyes and with your own particular style you opened up new worlds to me. These gifts have stayed with…
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26 Months
26 months from a cloud covered mountain to a rain soaked evening and yet I still yearn I burn for you as bright as ever If anything my desire to hear the timbre of your voice to feel your hands on the side of my face as you look deeply into my eyes before you…
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A Chivalrous Less World
Three nights ago the heavens rained upon us in New York city, taking breaks but not fully shutting off their showers until Saturday morning. In the mist of one of these storms while making my way home from work. I fell upon this young woman who unfortunately lacked an umbrella during the down fall. She…
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Hold The Light
We don’t have to see tomorrow as we depart from yesterday End the myth of wonder Add the touch of sorrow Fire away…meet the day Time withstands to borrow Softened memories As you meet the ‘morrow Embraces fade away To avoid the sorrow Of a broken today When roads depart at the fork The trails…
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The First Day of Fall
Jorjian Brown was born on the cusp of uproar and downfall. Only one year shy of nineteen thirty, to be exact. She was a slimy beast that had crawled out of the underbelly’s belly—as her father had put it. There was not much to Jorjian. Her hair was cropped short by the age of ten.…
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Rain Soaked 3:00AM
3:00AM and the rain beats against my windows and all I can think of is you I think of the nape of your neck and how it would feel against my lips as I snugged down closer against you my breasts pressed into your back my arms around your waist intimately close my hands finding…
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Critical Mass Cyclist Assaulted by NYPD
Thanks to individuals with video cameras, like this tourist in Times Square last summer, we can bear witness to the world. You don’t even have to be on a bike in NYC to see this kind of unrighteousness. I was shocked when I first moved here, but now I know that you ALWAYS have to…
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Matter
So, I’m trying this thing where I turn one thing into another, right before my eyes. Or squinting, wide shut, blinded, whatever it takes. Because I was on my way to work the other day and I was thinking: (sorry if this is an over simplification of something truly complex, but I’ve never been too…